Zero looked at Aya, baffled by her request.
He could not fathom why they wanted him to kill this person—or whatever this human or creature was.
Most importantly, he did not want to get involved.
He had his own issues. His own problems. His own rage to handle.
He glanced at the women one last time without a word and began to walk away.
“No! No, no, no, no! Please! Please, please, please!” Aya cried, stumbling toward him, blood dripping from her injured shoulder.
“Please… save us. Save us,” she begged, tears streaming down her face. “We’ve been tortured here. It may look comfortable, it may even seem wonderful where we are—but it’s horrible!”
Anika approached him, holding a robe—a simple white robe.
He finally realized the truth: he was naked. Surrounded by women he didn’t know.
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